© 2005 Jen LeMaire
It’s so hard to write with the pressure in my head,
The pounding waves that demand I be dead
The siren’s call of beckoning ease
The pitiful need of eternal release
The poet’s pen just blunts the pain
The words on the page soothe acidic rain
A short-lived release from the Titans’ roar
Holding me back from the heavenly door.
From the Embrace that I seek
From the love that I crave
From the soft home comfort
Of Heaven’s warm waves
